Feature - Conversations About Music With Strangers AKA Hell

There are three main types of people this will happen with - The Elitist, The Ignorant Muso and The Affable Music Chameleon.

Scenario # 1 : The Elitist
Meeting occurs in queue for small-ish gig.

Abby: Hi, are you wearing a 'Insert Reputable Indie Band That Tries Really Hard To Remain Indie' shirt? Wicked! I love the stuff I've heard from them!
Elitist: Oh, you like them too? Do you have the debut?
A: I've heard a few songs from it, it sounds really good.
E: Like, I have it in three different formats- CD, obviously, limited edition, bought at their homecoming gig. Tape, because it's so grainy and raw, yeah? And on vinyl - it sounds so, so rich on my record player, you know? I was thinking of throwing away my iPod the day I got it.
A: Right, I should get that album.
E: Definitely, it's their best. After that they started getting kinda, you know, big. Like promotion and stuff, top 40 singles and shit like that. Just loses sincerity, right? No longer underground, what's the point. I only have the other albums on mp3, seriously, even then, the lyrics just seem like lies, right? The band's just a joke, like a pop crossover. Wait, where are you going? I have a witty anecdote about my shirt and the lead singer of the band spilling beer on it when he was telling me how unique my music taste is! I need your last.fm, I can recommend you some obscure sub-sub-sub-drone metal! Come back!

Scenario #2 : The Ignorant Muso
Meeting occurs in Topshop/public school-heavy town

Ignorant Muso : Rave, rave, raaaave! Lefal B, killa!
Abby: Lethal Bizzle, nice!
IM: Pigeon Detectives!!! Love it!!!!!
Abby: Hm?
IM: TING TINGS! LOVE THEM, MY GOD, POP'S SAVIOURS, THE ONLY POP BAND I'LL EVER LISTEN TO, THE LEAD SINGER IS WELL FIT.
Abby: Goodbye.

to be continued...
ps I have come to the conclusion that to elitists I must seem like an Ignorant Muso, and to the Ignorant Muso, I must seem like a snobby elitist.